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Introduction:

My life and how i got where i am today.

Rundown -

My name isnt all that important. But if you need to pin one on me, You can call me Hannah. This is a true account and full story of how i got into the sex trade. I say true account but really there have been certain bends in the story to make it more entertaining in the long run, but basically its pretty much all true. I've decided to split this story into parts in an attempt to turn it into a novel of sorts and to improve on my writing skills. I welcome criticism and would happily chat about my storys/life with anyone over MSN. However please dont expect naked photo's or cam chats ect, i'll happily chat and talk about sex/my life but i'm not whoring myself virtually.
Anyway please enjoy reading.
- Hannah xx


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I remember as a young girl, watching my parents fucking through the crack of the door, the groaning, the yelps of pleasure and the heavy breathing. Of course being so young I had no idea what they were doing. I had no concept of sex at that age. I saw them often through the door. My daddy thrusting over and over and mommy meeting each thrust with a lustful groan; I’d watch night after night fascinated by this midnight ritual. I never asked them about it or inquired into exactly what they were doing. It only happened when I was supposed to be sleeping so I figured I’d be in big trouble for being up so late.

As time passed I grew both in age and curiosity, I noticed the late night moaning dwindle with the years. Mothers yelping ceased and my father stopped thrusting. I had also noticed that during the late nights my father had turned instead groaning over the computer. Again, with age I knew what he was doing. I’d been through primary and secondary school I knew all about masturbation, the penis the vagina etcetera, my curiosity was such that I had pretty much learnt everything there was to know about sex. I mean, even I was at a rate of three orgasms a day myself with or without a male companion; it didn’t matter so long as i got my daily fix. I’d lost my virginity a long time ago at the age of twelve to some loser I never heard of after school. But I’d developed a fetish for older men; I suppose it’d developed after watching my father all those years ago it didn’t faze me though. I know were all different and I wasn’t afraid of expressing my interest to the older man.

My body was pretty well developed for my age at fifteen I could easily pass for eighteen which allowed me to move peacefully through bar security and into clubs with the help of a fake ID. Which of-course led to quick romps with unknown men, I’d always go for the older guys. They seemed easier to succumb to charm. Less likely to fool around and play annoying little chat up games, on top of that it was what I liked. I liked older men full stop. My breasts were pretty big for my age. I was a thirty-four C Cup and sporting some nice wide hips and two long legs to go with them. Along with a long flowing dark brown hairstyle and clear blue eyes, With all of that at my disposal I found it pretty much impossible to not get what I wanted.
By the age of sixteen I’d made a little name for myself. I was an ‘easy pull’ a ‘sure thing’ I wasn’t entirely bothered about it. I met very little of the same crowd during the day than at night. So I was confident enough to walk to streets during the day and not get noticed. However nighttime were a different story. I’d meet complete strangers and within hours or in some cases minuets end up on my hands and knees enduring long orgasms and taking load after load of strangers cum. One of the best experiences I had was with a stranger in my local bar. Just by means of passion I’d ended up in the men’s bathrooms bent over a toilet in a cubical. And of-course being half drunk I just let out every groan, some would say a bad thing to do in my position but I disagree. After several minutes of thrusting and groaning a small queue had formed, and I couldn’t just let all those boys walk away with their hands covering their sudden growth, I had to help them out. It was the Christian thing to do. At least that’s what I told myself. God knows how many cocks forced their way inside me that night. Thinking back about it, it must have been at least ten. I remember getting to the point where I didn’t have to look back to see if there were any more cocks to milk, as soon as one man pulled out another would mount my hips and start over. I gave up to the throws of passion about an hour into entering the club and that was at ten pm that night. I don’t know how long I had been mounted for, it was getting pretty light outside by the time I got out of the club. Although that didn’t count the amount of time I spent spooning the gallons of cum out my underwear. Which had been round my ankles for so long and the time spent drying my legs and taking care of any excess drippage I would encounter during the walk home. I ended up binning the pants in the end; they were just too soaked it was annoying in a way. They were my best pair. Black lace with a little embroidered golden dragon leaping out of the crotch, I’d only ever seen one pair of them. Even to this day I’ve never found another pair like them. My father was furious when I finally got home at eight am. I tried to make it seem like I’d been staying at a friend’s all night. But we both knew it to be a lie. I reeked of smoke. Beer and... A mystery ingredient I think he knew what that was too but for the moment being I had to listen to one of his lectures on kidnapping and how much I could have been next. About an hour into his ranting I just decided to go to bed and walked out. I knew I’d be in for a right yelling at when I awoke but I didn’t care too much. I was tired, my feet were sore and my hips felt like they’d been pelted with rocks and stones. Stupidly I left my street going belongings in my dad’s hands. A really stupid thing to do considering my night time rituals.
My dad wasn’t a particularly good looking man, he wasn’t necessarily unfit or ugly but, the stress of kids had taken its toll, Both visually and mentally. I can’t say I wouldn’t have said no if I had been given the chance to blow him or spread eagle for his pleasure. In fact I had thought about it many times now. I’d leap at the chance. It would be nice to have a well known man enter me for a change. But, What with social pressure and the fact it was one of the major taboo’s I’d repeatedly wipe the idea from my mind and think about something else to get off too.

It was some time later when I came out of my sleep induced coma. Ten to twelve hours at least, my head was thumping from the night before and my body felt like there was still a living entity forcing its way inside me. As an afternoon drifted past, I still wasn’t fully awake. It was about five thirty in the afternoon when my dad came into my room. He didn’t knock like I’d told him too. He just wandered straight in and took a seat on the bed behind me; I was sat in front of him at the time he came in, on the computer. Turning round I glared at him.

‘You didn’t knock, I keep telling you to knock before you come strolling in he-‘
‘Shut up... listen to me, and answer this question. Ok?’

I could tell before he asked me anything this was going to be something bad. Something seedy, I was in trouble, And big trouble at that. He voice was cold and raspy and before I could get a chance to say
anything he shot his question in my direction.

‘You didn’t you stay at a friend’s last night. Did you...’
‘Uhh. Sure I did, I stayed at Becky’s you can ask her if you like.’

There was a long pause. He looked at the floor and then back up to me. I could feel my heart beating, remembering that I’d left my bag with my dad when I got home, time seemed to stop, and in what seemed like an hour later he arose, stood up calmly and started walking the floor.

‘You know I went the pub with some work colleges today, while you were asleep... they went to a bar in town last night met up with a beautiful stranger and spend the night dogging...’
‘Uh?’
‘How is it? The guys. Who have never met you? Can describe you perfectly. Even what you were wearing...’
‘Umm... what... what are you talking about da-‘
‘Don’t play dumb with me! You didn’t stay at a friend’s did you? You were out. Out on the town fucking the night away. On your hands and knees and whatever the fuck you were on. With complete strangers may I add! I thought you’d been out drinking to. You came home smelling of cheap smokes and beer...’

Time halted once more. It felt like my heart was beating in my throat. There was no sense lying anymore. He knew I was out last night. He knew it was his ‘little’ girl that had screwed those work colleagues. My dad was red faced. As was I. Although it was for a totally different reason. I lowered my head and sighed. I wasn’t concentrating on my dad but in the corner of my eye I could see him, I don’t know what he was doing but, whatever it was. It was coming in my direction. Snap!. The noise was unfamiliar, looking up I saw my dad’s arm sweeping away from me, a look of gritty anger flooded his face and within that millisecond I know what the noise had been. He’d taken off his belt and holding the loose ends thrown his arm in my direction. It had struck me on the left thigh. A single sweeping motion, from left to right, And with that, no sooner had I lifted my head before an intense pain rippled up and down my left leg, I’d never felt pain like this before. I’d never even been struck before. I don’t quite know what happened next but I’d ended up on the floor. My hands grasping at the pain centre with my dad looming overhead.

‘I’m... I’m sorry daddy...’
With a sigh he sat down. Holding my bag in his left hand while sifting through it with his right.
‘Condoms... I never thought I’d ever catch you with condoms in your possession.’
‘I... I’m growing up daddy... I’m not a little girl anymore’
‘You’re sixteen for fucks sake! You’re still a child...’
‘I’m not, I can think for myself. I don’t need to be told what to do anymore...’
‘Get up!, get up! For crying out loud!’

My leg hurt badly and the bruise the belt had left me with made it worse. After clumsily staggering to my feet I stood in front of my dad. He was angry. But for some reason it wasn’t the usual anger. It wasn’t the sort of anger that I had seen before. The sort of anger that would result in mum being told of my deeds and me being sent to my room without food. I paused and waited for my dad to speak. As time slowly passed he began to look less angry and more... deep in thought.

‘Hannah... how many people have you had sex with in the past? And I want an honest answer...’
‘I don’t know. Too many...’
I’d mostly said that to piss my dad off. As an act of rebellion but, it didn’t work, He still looked deep in thought.
‘Hmm so you’re an experienced girl eh... hmm, tell you what. I’m going to give you a chance to get out of this... you interested?’
‘What? Are you... aww man.... ok... I’m interested...’
‘Ok listen up. I’ll only say this once. Now then, you see, I’ve been a little clumsy and I’ve lost a little money. Nothing serious, but I’d hate it for your mother to find out. And well. Your mother certainly wouldn’t want to hear about this. I think we both know that. So I propose a little money making scheme. You see. My work colleagues would love to see you again. And that means all of you. And I, well I wouldn’t mind some money. I think you get where this is going...’
‘You want me to whore myself out?’
‘Not whore exactly.’
‘Essentially, you want me to fuck for money. That’s whoring dad...’
‘Hmm, even still. Are you interested? Think of the money that pussy of yours could make...’

I don’t know how long I spent discussing he’s proposal. Two, three hours at least, Mum was out with my brother staying at my aunts for a while so it was just me and dad which made the whole thing easier to take in. Dad trying to persuade me to take cocks for cash, in the end we agreed on a seventy-thirty split. He’d get seventy. Since he needed the money to begin with or atleast thats what he told me, well that and because he would be taking a bigger risk trying to get people to pay for an underage girl to fuck them silly, and I’d get thirty. A little spending money for the work I was going to do. To be honest after the initial suggestion of which I would have never have expected. I was looking forward to it. Depending on the customers I might even be able to quit work. Which strangely was the first thing that sprang into my mind, the second thing to pop into my head was the staging area. We’d never be able to gather a bunch of men in the house so I could fuck them one by one without mum finding out. So dad said he’d rent a small one roomed bunk from an industrial building across the street from where he worked. He said with a little touch ups and a comfy bed it would be perfect. And with that I agreed to do it. I supposed it would lessen the risk having my dad close by when I get my nightly fucking. And besides, Fucking is what I do best.

‘So were agreed, right sweetie?’
‘Yeah, seventy-thirty. Right?’
‘Ok, done, right. I think it’s time to practise.’

I paused before looking up from the patch of carpet I had been sitting on for the past few hours. Dad smiled and looked behind himself. Rustling through my bag and its contents,

‘Ahh, here we are. Right. Get started. Time is money’

He chuckled before handing me a banana flavoured condom. I knew what he wanted me to do, and in some way I was quite shocked. I’d always told myself that I’d never get to suck my dad and that it was a bad thing to even think about it. And yet, here I was. And no sooner had my dad given me the condom, his trousers were round his ankles and a limp but thick cock had popped out of his boxers. I signed softly and smiled. Pushing out an arm and stroking his cock softly using the other to lift the condom wrapper to my lips. And with a brisk motion the condom slipped out of its packet and into my mouth. If I was going to give my dad a blow job I might as well use my mouth to put the condom on. I looked back at my daddy’s cock. It was as hard as wood and probably the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Not to mention sucked. He smiled softly as I looked up at him, and with a caressing stroke of my cheek he leaned back pushing his cock outward and more into my face. I gave a final somewhat disapproving look before leaning forward. My lips sliding down to hilt of daddy’s cock.

‘Ahh baby, oh that feels good... ah yeah...’

His cock had only been in my mouth for a few seconds and already he was groaning, breathing heavily and telling me how much of a good girl I was. As the seconds ticked away I could feel myself losing control, just like the feeling I had with every other man I met, every other man I had sucked in the past, I wanted him inside me. Although. For some reason, this was a deeper passion; my pussy was soaking, yearning to be subdued, and the only way to subdue the yearning was a cock. Breathing heavily I could feel a hand brush up my upper-back, up my neck and onto the back of my head which changed from a soft brushing motion to a hard press, I couldn’t do anything but go along with it. Daddy pushed me down, Over and over. My head bobbed countless times. My mind focusing on giving the best deepthroat I could. Well that and the banana flavouring, which had now faded from sweet banana to a weak chemical like taste.

‘Oh god baby, if this is how you suck everyone were going to make millions, ah jesus... that feels so good. A little deeper baby I’m almost there, god you’re so much better than your mother...’

My ears pricked up after being told I was better than my mom, it’s not like I hated her. But we weren’t the best of friends; we’d grown apart as the years mounted and from what I’d seen as a child I knew I’d be a much better fuck than she could ever have been. And as soon as the thought rushed through my brain I felt a harsh force on the back of my head, this was it, the first time I’d get to take daddy’s load. Although a condom separated us from swapping juices I was as eager as I could be, I pursed my lips tightly and took the hard shaft as deep as possible down my throat. The yelp of pleasure that resonated from him was like nothing I’d heard before, first the groans, then the yelp. Then the pulsing, as he unloaded everything he could. His cock dug deeper down my throat as it expanded the huge cum load filling the end of the condom, then surpassing its reservoir tip, the sensation was amazing, as a deep heat slowly rose from my throat and into my mouth. I closed my eyes and tried to smile to myself. A hard task to accomplish with a snake like cock plugging my mouth, I could hear daddy sighing softly. He’d gone for sitting upright to a now lounged position, laying flat on my bed.

‘Ok baby, you can let me go now... you can, let me go...’
It took a few seconds to finally get his girth out of my throat. Most of which was down to his cock shrinking after the excitement. I’d never seen this expression on dads face before. Looking up, he looked both excited, and somewhat seedy. The face you’d see on an ally stalker, preparing to pounce on any woman stupid enough to walk home after a nights partying.
‘Ah baby, that was magnificent... the best blow I’ve ever had.’
‘You’re welcome daddy... I’ll have to charge you next time however.’
‘Oh will you now?’

There was a happy youthful glow in my father which spread swiftly throughout his body, I could only assume it was the recent interaction but from the sound of what I was getting myself into I’d soon find out for sure. It was an odd feeling after the blowjob. There wasn’t any awkward shifting or silence, but instead a steady stream of chit-chat, although I had imagined me and my father together many times I’d always pictured the ending plagued by silence. Void of emotion, thick with shock. It was a relief to be able to just, talk. The minor chit-chat wasn’t about much, daily happenings, the weather, money. But it soon shifted to the task at hand. The topics of slutty clothing soon arose, as well as what type of sex I’d allow myself to perform. It was odd sex-talking with my father but it didn’t bother me as much as I had thought it would. Id either gotten too familiar sex-talking with strangers, Or I just had a connection with him. Something I didn’t have with any other members of my family. He intern seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact his baby girl was sat on the bedroom floor rug, a wet patch between her legs and playing with the same cum filled banana condom he’d taken off not moments before. I don’t know why I was fiddling with the condom at the time; it was just something to do really. I was sliding it in and out of my fingers in rapid succession, squeezing the tip, as it bulged slowly with cum.

‘Anything? I’m not going to just do ‘anything’ I do have standards dad...’
‘Well. What don’t you like doing? Or what cant you picture yourself doing?’
‘I, I don’t know. It’s never a question I’ve had to think about before.’
‘Well what fetishes are you into?’
‘Well uh, I... I don’t know really’
‘Well... let’s just say you’ll do anything for now. I mean, if you don’t want to do something while with a guy there’s nothing he can do, it’s entirely up to you.’

I hadn’t been asked what I would or wouldn’t do to a guy before. Or even a girl. It hadn’t struck me that I may have to make an act of love upon the same sex. I wasn’t against it completely; I’d have to treat it as a learning curve I figured. I sat and watched as my father laid on his side, stretched across my bed, rumbling through my underwear draws. Commenting on the nice underwear and instantly dismissing anything he thought looked awful with a quick throw towards my bedroom bin. His cock was still, somewhat hard; it still had traces of cum on the end which now and then would get rubbed off, onto my bed sheets. I didn’t mind though, I kept wanting to just suck it clean, but didn’t want to appear more of a slut than I already was.

‘You don’t have a special draw do you. A secret place you hide your particularly seedy naughties?’
‘What do you mean daddy?’
‘Well I mean, there’s a few thongs and g-strings in here but... nothing overly erotic, don’t you have anything... purpose made for a slut?’
‘Not really, I guess you’ll have to get me something...’
‘Hmm, wait there. I’ll go get something, stay there now.’

And there it was. ‘Slut’ I was a slut. I knew I was. However I hadn’t expected to be called one outright by my own father, not yet anyway. I waited patiently, sat on the rug; it’d been my resting place for the past four-five hours at least. I saw no sense in leaving its warmth, yet.

I could hear rustling and box moving from my parents room down the hall dad was up to something, but what I had no idea. A few minutes flew by and I soon grew bored. Finally I got up. Part of my decision to get a fresh pair of underwear on, in aid of getting rid of the damn crotch patch which remained stubbornly, I saw no sense in closing the door. I’d sucked my dad off not so long ago. I had nothing to hide now. Picking a pair of panties up from the floor near my bedroom bin I began to remove the soiled pair. Sliding them down over my thighs and down my legs, I could hear my father heading back up the hall as the soiled underwear hit the floor. It was only natural I’d wait my change, and gauge his reaction.

‘Ah good, you’re changing, right, put these on. These should fit nicely.’
‘What? Whose are these?’
‘You’re mothers; she wore them for me countless times back in the day, when she had your figure. I think they’d be a perfect match for you.’

He’d thrown me which at first glimpse looked like a ball of pink string. But unravelling it revealed a pair of black lacy stockings, with pink frills. Along with a pair of boy-shorts and a bra, both black and both with pink frilly trim. He had also brought with him a shoebox, it rattled softly as he strolled in with it, weighted heavily under his arm. I didn’t want to ask what was in the box; I might as well try this lingerie on first. And see where it was going to lead. I had expected him to comment on my pussy or at least try to get a better look, but no. He sat still, watching silently. It took a few minutes to get the lingerie on; it was a tight fit but looked to saucy to stick out. Exploring myself it was clear this was purpose made lingerie not something you’d go out on the town with. There was a premade hole in the crotch and one in the rear with little tie-up flaps to allow and disallow access. There was also a strange smell, as well as a few good splashing of what looked like dried cum, from many years past.

‘There... now isn’t that a sight...’

I turned round, forgetting my father had been watching the whole time, time had passed, and I was immersed in exploring my new clothing, both the lingerie itself and the stains. My father however was in the moment. He was hard at work playing with himself. Stroking his growing cock like a teenager watching porn, It was cute at first. The face on him, all full of pleasure and yearning, it quickly turned to a deep lust, he looked up and down my body several times, I could do nothing but pose while he did so. Sticking out my backside and stroking my hips occasionally rubbing my breasts.

‘Your mother used to wear those for me. We haven’t washed them in fourteen years... oh the amount of cum she and those have taken. Makes me horny just watching you put them on’
‘You... haven’t washed these in how long? Eew daddy!’
‘I used to make her wear them for days on end sometimes masturbating for every minute for a full hour, Over and over. Sometimes she’d spend the entire day on all fours.’
‘I uh... I see... umm so. Wont she find out I’m wearing them.
‘I shouldn’t think so sweetie. She hasn’t worn them for many moons; I doubt she’ll even remember them. I do though.’
‘Okay, so what’s in the box daddy?’
‘Ah well, that’s for lesson three.’
‘Okay, so what’s lesson two and one?
‘Well I believe we can cross lesson one off. Lesson two however. Is about to begin. Come here baby... and lie down. I’m going to enjoy this.’

He stretched out a hand, I hesitated at first but then just thought ‘ah what the fuck’ he led me from the centre of the room to the bed, and before thinking, I was down, flat on my stomach. My pussy dripping, the thought of dry cum stained panties turning me on, I knew this was it, I’d finally get my father inside me, and it was my dream come true. I lay on my front waiting for the impending entry. Waiting for my father to slide up behind me, I waited for him to mount me, this however didn’t happen, I had to look back, maybe he had gotten cold feet, thankfully he hadn’t, he was bag in my back rumbling around for another condom.

‘Sorry sweetie, looks like you’re out of johnnies. Oh no! Wait, ha-ha, here we are, got one.’
‘Dad... we don’t need one...’
‘I’m your father sweetie; I could go to prison if you got pregnant...’

I rolled over onto my back and looked up at him, as I rubbed my pussy slowly. He was as horny as I was, and we both knew it. Looking down at me, he had a motionless face; he was desperately trying to rip the condom wrapper open, with no luck thus far. It took a few seconds before he finally got the wrapper open and popped out the condom. This was it. He was ready, I was ready. Well I would have been but the condom was throwing me a little off track. I didn’t mind the condom for the first interaction. But I certainly wasn’t going to allow it for the second time. Dad smiled cheekily as he whipped the condom on in one swift motion, in less than a second the condom was down to the hilt of his cock and he was crawling up to eye level. Sliding slowly, silently and without touching, I couldn’t take it, as soon as he got to eye-height I stretched out and arm, slipping my index finger down his stomach, stopping for a second at the tip of his now fully erect shaft before swiftly pulling the condom off with a wet slapping sound. He looked at me in surprise, I did nothing but bring the rubber up to my mouth, making sure to rip it roughly with my teeth.

‘Honey no!’
‘Don’t worry daddy... I’ll get the pill tomorrow, just... just let me carry you’re seed for tonight, plus, I think we need to add shot of fun to this outfit as father and daughter.’
‘Baby, we don’t have another condom are you sure you want to do this?’
‘Shhh...’

It was a silent affair at first. My daddy held himself up with one hand while he used the other to untie my boy-shorts crotch opening; it seemed like an eternity before he was ready to enter me. I lay still, waiting for the inevitable glide upwards and inwards. My daddy was a heavy breather, but I’d never heard him let out a drawn breath before. Not anything like this anyway. It was as if he’d been walking the desert for years and this was his first swig of water. As he slid inside me we both emptied our lungs, letting out soft grunts every few seconds.

‘Ohh angel, Ohh baby, it’s been so long...’
‘I love you daddy, treat me like your whore...’
‘Urgh,, ah.. oh baby, god... you’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you like this...’

I was in ecstasy, laying there while my own father grunted and forced deep inside me; his own daughter. I lay back, on silk bed covers trying dearly not to start moaning loudly and not ruin the moment, i could feel every thrust through every nerve on my body. It was electrifying. My neck was warming up as my own father breathed heavily and grunted closely behind my head. It didnt take him long to unload every drop of cum into me. I didnt even get to orgasm although in truth, i figured we'd be having much more sex in the next few hours so i wasn't all that disappointed. I felt my father cum like no other man i had experience with, i felt every tense his cock made inside me, every thrust and i swear i could even feel the sudden warmth of the cum inside me, although logic told me it couldn't be more than body temperature making it hardly likely i could of actually felt the extra head. My father pulled out of me with a wet slick sound, the sound and long gliding motion alone almost tipping me towards that orgasm i never got to have. He stood up and went to wipe his wet cock off on the underwear i had used erlier, i wasn't surprised.

'Ugh, baby... baby... oh man... i cant remember the last time i fucked a body as fine as yours.'
'Um, thanks daddy...'

I looked up at him, now lying on my back on the red silk sheets, trying to put on my most cheeky smile. He looked drained, like an athlete that hadnt excersized for a while and was just getting back into it. Smilling down at me it wasnt hard to see that in his youth he would have been a very good looking man, if you liked that sort of gruff, stocky style. I slid my hand down the front of my body and down to where the cum was leaking freely from the rampent mating we had just done. He stood and smiled watching every move i made, i couldnt help but smile back as i inserted a finger rolled it around and pulled it back up to suck on. Even the cum tasted better for some reason.

'I think you'll do perfectly for this plan, baby..."
'Perfect for what play daddy?'
'You'll see baby... you'll see. Now. Get yourself online and order yourself afew sets of sexy underwear. i'll give you a spending limit of say... two hundred... i want it sent via special delivery though, the sooner we get it, the sooner we can start getting you into the game.'
'Uh, wow... okay...'
'I'm going to take a shower and start dinner, see you in a while baby.'

With that he left, tossing my soiled underwear in my washing bin and strolling off leisurely towards the shower. While i lay back, covered in cum and twitching slightly as i tried to bring myself to orgasm. I havnt expected it would have ended so abruptly and felt annoyed at my lack of orgasm so i had started masturbating, My fathers cum mixing with my juices and being rubbed around my clit, i was in ecstasy again and when i did come it was such a euphorious high. One of the few that left me speechless and gibbering for several minuets. When i did summon the energy to get up, i walked over to my standing mirror in the corner of my bedroom and stared at myself. My hair was a mess, I was covered in my own father spent load and dressed in my mothers cum soaked underwear. I was still twitching as my nerves recovered from the cum. Standing there looking at myself i tried to feel bad about what i had done and what might happen in the near future but i couldn't. I knew it was wrong, but i couldn't stop smiling, this is what i was and still am good at and i was determined to make the most of it. Who knew how good the sex would be in the future, hopefully even better than now. But that was a thought for later, right now i had to find some underwear online and eventually get something to eat, i hadn't quite realized how hungry i had gotten. I also wanted to try crack the secret of this plan daddy had concocted but that would come later after much more sex...

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